Shooting range: early Tuesday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Tuesday. Jack had no classes. Even if he had, he wouldn't have gone.

The rules were posted --

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

-- and he had a line of clips laid out in front of him. Aim, empty the clip, eject it, slip in a new one, repeat ad infinitum.

His hands were starting to hurt, so was his shoulder, but he was still smooth and quick, completely lost in the action. Not thinking.

It was even better than drinking for blocking thought, and it came without the attendant stupidity.

[open, of course.]

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[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

She smiled, hearing his chuckle, "Let us go then, you and I."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Lets." He offered her his arm, feeling - at least for the moment - lighter than he had. "Come on. I'll escort you to breakfast."

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Irulan took his arm and followed him.